hair (doojoon/ga-in)
Doojoon/Ga-in fluff, 328w.
Doojoon can't help but grin when Ga-in drunkenly schlepps her way over to the seat next to Doojoon. He's surprised, though, when her face lights up into a big, cat-like grin, and he gets a thin pale finger prodding his cheek. "Noona, you're drunk," he smiles, and Ga-in giggles too. Her hair's a complete mess and Doojoon knows Kwon would have a lot to say about that, faffing and clucking and patting and smoothing, but Doojoon thinks it's cute the way Ga-in peers through her bangs to stare, cross-eyed, at her empty glass, and the way she rubs a morose hand through her messy hair after she's rolled the glass away. Cute, Doojoon thinks, a bit entranced by her tiny white wrists exposed from under her thin grey jumper. You're drunk too, Ga-in grinns cattishly, pointing slit-eyed and mischeivous at him. Doojoon almost wishes for once in his life that he was cooler than he is, but it's never gonna happen so, once again, Yoon Doojoon plays the fool. He just nods and grins overly wide, polishes off his drink and stands up, offering to help get Ga-in back to her friends.
Ga-in frowns, her white glistening slip of a face going bony, lips pushing out. Doojoon waits as she forms a half-sentence, gives up, and mutters a quick curse.
"Is that how it is," he murmurs, not meaning for her to hear it, but as always she's quick, always quick, and slippery as a snake she's all up in his personal space, digging a feather-light hip into his thigh. Yeah, she grunts, face ironic and twisting, then slipping back into that wolfish grin. You understand, she adds with a supreme smile, all eyes and baby skin, and intertwines their hands. Doojoon feels kind of soft and fuzzy in a way he can only really blame on alchohol, and reaches up to fluff her reddish-brown hair. "Your hair--" he's murmuring, and Ga-in tips her chin back and laughs.
Doojoon can't help but grin when Ga-in drunkenly schlepps her way over to the seat next to Doojoon. He's surprised, though, when her face lights up into a big, cat-like grin, and he gets a thin pale finger prodding his cheek. "Noona, you're drunk," he smiles, and Ga-in giggles too. Her hair's a complete mess and Doojoon knows Kwon would have a lot to say about that, faffing and clucking and patting and smoothing, but Doojoon thinks it's cute the way Ga-in peers through her bangs to stare, cross-eyed, at her empty glass, and the way she rubs a morose hand through her messy hair after she's rolled the glass away. Cute, Doojoon thinks, a bit entranced by her tiny white wrists exposed from under her thin grey jumper. You're drunk too, Ga-in grinns cattishly, pointing slit-eyed and mischeivous at him. Doojoon almost wishes for once in his life that he was cooler than he is, but it's never gonna happen so, once again, Yoon Doojoon plays the fool. He just nods and grins overly wide, polishes off his drink and stands up, offering to help get Ga-in back to her friends.
Ga-in frowns, her white glistening slip of a face going bony, lips pushing out. Doojoon waits as she forms a half-sentence, gives up, and mutters a quick curse.
"Is that how it is," he murmurs, not meaning for her to hear it, but as always she's quick, always quick, and slippery as a snake she's all up in his personal space, digging a feather-light hip into his thigh. Yeah, she grunts, face ironic and twisting, then slipping back into that wolfish grin. You understand, she adds with a supreme smile, all eyes and baby skin, and intertwines their hands. Doojoon feels kind of soft and fuzzy in a way he can only really blame on alchohol, and reaches up to fluff her reddish-brown hair. "Your hair--" he's murmuring, and Ga-in tips her chin back and laughs.